[He'd seen cherry blossoms before, but they'd never seemed like anything special. Shinsuke understood the importance of a festival, but really looking at a tree falling apart seemed like one of the less exciting options.
However, when sensei proposed the trip, Takasugi's opinion of the whole thing had radically changed. Now it was absolutely of utmost importance, and the reason for that was in every way a result of the man's conviction to instill that feeling in his pupils.
Walking among the trees, Shinsuke almost enjoyed the view. He'd begun their journey enjoying a fair amount of things - (most of) the company, the weight of the blanket in his arms, and the smell of the blossoms in the air. Now, with Gintoki selecting his umpteenth 'perfect location', the boy's face was nothing but sour.
The blanket was cumbersome, and Kotaro was already dragging their food! This had to be it. He glared at Gintoki, keeping a slower pace so as to be the closest to sensei. If the boy decided that somehow this wasn't good enough, though, Takasugi was liable to run up and kick him.]
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However, when sensei proposed the trip, Takasugi's opinion of the whole thing had radically changed. Now it was absolutely of utmost importance, and the reason for that was in every way a result of the man's conviction to instill that feeling in his pupils.
Walking among the trees, Shinsuke almost enjoyed the view. He'd begun their journey enjoying a fair amount of things - (most of) the company, the weight of the blanket in his arms, and the smell of the blossoms in the air. Now, with Gintoki selecting his umpteenth 'perfect location', the boy's face was nothing but sour.
The blanket was cumbersome, and Kotaro was already dragging their food! This had to be it. He glared at Gintoki, keeping a slower pace so as to be the closest to sensei. If the boy decided that somehow this wasn't good enough, though, Takasugi was liable to run up and kick him.]